[ Like calls to like. There's so very little they have in common on the surface, but they share something fundamental. Iorveth, too, knows what it feels like to be subjugated. He knows what it's like to fight for everything he has. He knows what it's like to see whole swathes of the world as untrustworthy, people who would harm him if only they had the chance.
One hand still has the remnants of Iorveth's orgasm on it, and even Astarion knows that isn't particularly romantic. He props himself up with that elbow while using his clean fingers to rearrange Iorveth's hair out of his face, as persnickety about how it falls as he is with his own hair. He combs it all behind one pointed ear, then in front, then behind again with a few strands out for that attractively-rumpled look. ]
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[ Like calls to like. There's so very little they have in common on the surface, but they share something fundamental. Iorveth, too, knows what it feels like to be subjugated. He knows what it's like to fight for everything he has. He knows what it's like to see whole swathes of the world as untrustworthy, people who would harm him if only they had the chance.
One hand still has the remnants of Iorveth's orgasm on it, and even Astarion knows that isn't particularly romantic. He props himself up with that elbow while using his clean fingers to rearrange Iorveth's hair out of his face, as persnickety about how it falls as he is with his own hair. He combs it all behind one pointed ear, then in front, then behind again with a few strands out for that attractively-rumpled look. ]
I would hate to see you defanged.